I’m David Wright
I’ll be your captain [1]
My club is the Mets
They’re not a nightmare I’m trapped in
My best’s what I’ll give
As I’ve always been doing
From the day I arrived
And met Joe McEwing
This is a great honor
No, I don’t need a “C”
But a little help in the outfield?
Well, that’s not up to me
My face is familiar
From my time in New York
Please don’t call me “our Jeter” [2]
You [3] sound like a dork
I once Captained America [4]
The world was my stage
Though that was before
I strained my rib cage
The injury’s fine
It’s no big concern
Yet watching from the bench
Is a tough task to learn
When Terry can’t use me
I sit and I stew
Then I look at our lineup [5]
And I sometimes ask, “Who?”
Ike’s on first
I Don’t Know’s the rest [6]
Spring games don’t count
Which is all for the best
Taken from the top
Byrd’s leading off
A promising start!
(Cough cough cough)
Tejada at short
Don’t mind him a bit
As long as he remembers
That he knows how to hit
Then we’ve got Davis
Who’s healthy and hale
If he’s hurt again
This season’s a fail
Our power today
Comes from cleanup man Lutz
Plus he’s handling my sack
Let’s hope he’s no klutz
Duda bats fifth
And then dons a glove
When fly balls are aimed there
Seek help from Above
Behind the plate
Crouches John Buck
He’s got loads of experience
If not timing or luck
Fleet of foot
And sure of hand
Meet Matt den Dekker
As I’m sure you had planned
Playing second base:
Omar Quintanilla
Making a fraction, no doubt,
Of what Fred’s paying Bonilla
Hefner’s the pitcher
He’s still standing straight
Between Johan and Marcum [7]
That alone’s pretty great
Our rotation’s not bad
It can go fairly deep
But listening to Niese [8]
Tends to hasten team sleep [9]
There’s much more to the Mets
We’re on our way up
I’ll bet I get to hoist a trophy
Before Jordany remembers his cup [10]
I dig all my teammates
I’m happy they’re here
Yet why do I suspect
Another long year?